"Laura, there is no future between us anymore," I said.
On the seventh day, I printed all the incriminating photos of Laura and Jock together. Then I pasted them on every wall in the living room.
Before I left, I decided to bid farewell to the doctor who had restored my eyesight.
As I exited the clinic, to my surprise, I spotted Laura and Jock in the corridor.
Laura did not dare to greet me because she always told me she was working overtime.
Both of us pretended not to see each other. I even used my cane to the front, pretending I was still blind. As we brushed past each other, I felt nothing. There was no anger nor hurt anymore. I had finally let her go.
Once I was gone, Laura panicked. She shoved Jock aside and barged into the doctor's office, then asked, "Doctor, is there something wrong with Jerome? Are his eyes hurting again?"
Laura looked so worried when she asked but what the doctor said immediately made her panic.
The doctor explained, "There is nothing wrong with Jerome. His eyesight had fully recovered seven days ago. Don't you know that General Manager Gibbons?
Then he continued, "He came here today to bid me goodbye. He told me he was going to leave this city."